HUNTED BY THE ALPHA KING

3. THE W.HORE LUNA

NELISSA.

He’s supposed to be drunk.

Too drunk to mutter any word at all and leave just enough stamina needed for him to make love to me but as I am crushed under his weight, I can almost swear that Cedric isn’t drunk and that makes my heart beat wildly in my chest.

Caged in his arms, with his breathing harsh and hot on my face, I realize that my heart isn’t just beating because of the fear of being caught red-handed but because of how dangerously close we are—the closest we have ever been.

It excites me so much and it sends goosebumps skittering across every inch of my skin. This is all I have ever wanted with this man, this is why I came here, yet, it still feels like a dream to be so close to Cedric like this.

He stares down at me and I stare back, waiting. Waiting for the moment recognition will flash in his eyes and he will send me out of his room or maybe my corpse will be the one to be sent out of here.

His eyes suddenly grow soft.

“Rah—Rahlia?” He drawls, tilting his head.

A part of me is hurt by him mistaking me for Rahlia, hurt that he truly doesn’t pay enough attention to me to learn my features and tell us apart even when he is drunk.

But was this not what I wanted? I stomach the hurt and slowly I let my free hand clasp his face and I gently rub it.

“Yes, My King. It is I.” I say.

He leans into my touch, closing his eyes. I close mine too, overwhelmed by his warmth that makes my brain fuzzy.

I’ve always wanted this. Right from the very moment I set my eyes on Cedric years ago at the first ball I attended with my parents who were the previous leaders of one of the Werewolf clans. My dress had caught on to something and while I struggled to jerk it away, the most handsome male I had ever set my eyes upon appeared out of nowhere and just like that, helped me pry my dress off.

Like the prince he was, he saved me from that distress. I decided then and there that I wanted him.

When I open my eyes again, Cedric’s gaze is already dragging down the rest of my body. I feel hot under his gaze, proud of myself for choosing clothes that show enough skin to leave him mesmerized. His eyes linger on the exposed top of my breast before he finally looks back to meet my eyes. Desire and lust darkens his blue eyes.

“Rahlia…you naughty girl. You—you alw—ays pretend like you don’t want me to take you in my bed but now you sneak into it like a rat?” He drawls drunkenly and even manages to grin at me.

“You—you want me to f***k you, don’t you?” He asks again and without thinking twice, I nod, wetting my lips in anticipation.

Before I can mutter another word, Cedric hands come down on the material of the cloth and in one swift motion, he rips it off. I gasp in both shock and excitement. Hot air glides across my naked body.

One look at him and I can already tell that he won’t be gentle. He won’t care that this is my first time and he will hurt me but I am determined to find pleasure amidst the pain.

“Naughty…naughty girl, does your—does your mistress know you are in her husband’s bed?” He says, dragging down his breeches while I also help him to take off his shirt since the buttons are already popped out.

“No.” I whimper when his fingers settle on the mound in between my thighs. He only creates a brief friction there, not enough to let him entirely in or prepare me for his length.

I do not need a seer to tell me Cedric is big down there.

“Then shhhh…” He lifts me off the bed and turns my back to him, making me go on my knees. He makes me grip the bed’s headboard tightly while he fumbles with the rest of his clothes and then kneels behind me on the bed too. “Keep your voice down, sss—so she doesn’t hear us.”

I nod quickly.

His body covers mine and his warmth spreads throughout my whole body. I feel him nudge at my entrance and I clench my eyes tightly. He is sloppy because of how drunk he is and waiting for him to get it right makes me rethink doing this.

I want to beg him to slow down and so I reach behind me to hold him.

“Cedric, please wa—”

I scream when he pushes inside of me, burying himself to the very hilt and breaking through that barrier that represents my virginity. My grip on the headboard loosens and I fall back to the bed, my body shaking from the pain that is searing through my whole body. Tears sting my eyes and I bite back another scream of pain when Cedric groans, pulls out and once again buries himself deep inside of me.

Not caring that I am in pain or that I have now fallen back, face first to the bed, he starts to pound into me from behind with shallow thrusts, building a momentum that is both hard and deep.

I bite into the sheets of the bed to muffle my screams. I am in pain and there is nothing pleasurable about how Cedric is taking me neither can I find it in me to find the pleasure like I thought I would.

The pain is blinding and now I’m in tears, unable to stop myself.

He grunts as he takes me fast and deep, my entire body shaking in his hold. I just lay there and let him take me as he pleases while I pray that it will all be over soon and he will find his release.

It takes longer than I thought for Cedric to finally twitch inside me, signifying his impending release. His loud grunt finalizes this and as soon as I feel the first spurts of his seed inside of me, I grab the headboard again and reach behind me to hold him tightly against myself so I can get every drop inside of me.

This is the moment I did all this for and so I let it happen. Spurts after spurts of Cedric’s hot seed shoots into me while he continues to thrust into me and groan loudly into my ear.

My v****a walls drain every bit of his essence until he is totally spent and falls against me on the bed, crushing me with his weight.

I can finally see straight from all the pain but I can’t stop myself from crying. My entire body aches and my first time with the man I love will only give me memories of pain and me trying to survive by tricking him into sleeping with me.

Cedric's breathing slows and I can tell that he is once again passed out with him still deep inside of me. Grunting, I manage to roll him to the other side of the bed and hold the sheets up my naked body. I search for the torn pieces of my cloth so I can get out of here before he wakes up.

I refrain from thinking about the consequences if he ever finds out. It won’t matter when I conceive his heir and maybe just maybe, he will finally love me even if it’s only because of his child. That is more than enough for me.

Squinting from the pain inbetween my thighs, I try to stand and leave but an arm shoots out and grabs me, dragging me back into the bed and pulling me into a hard chest. Both of his arms wrapped tightly around my wait.

I look up at Cedric. His eyes are closed but his lips are moving.

“Ellena.” He mumbles.

That name.

His true mate.

“Please don’t…please don’t leave me again.” He begs, his expression pained and sad even in his sleep.

My heart clenches. He must have loved her so much.

I relax into his hold, needing that comfort after how he has used my body. My body felt so right moulded with this, so in place like it belonged there.

“Just an hour.” I whisper to myself. “I will stay for only an hour.”

And in Cedric’s warm hold, with my head resting on his chest, I fall into a deep slumber.

••• ••• •••

My body senses danger even before my eyes open.

I open my eyes just in time to find a pair of angry blue ones, looking back at me. My eyes widen, fear makes my breathing hitch as well as the look in his eyes that says ‘this is the day I die.’

I overslept!

I usually don’t get much sleep because even in my dreams, Cedric’s contempt for me haunts me and so when I thought to myself that I would sleep for an hour, I didn’t think that I would sleep through the entire night and wake up so early in the morning.

The rays of the morning sun are already peeking through the curtains of the King’s chambers. The king is looking at me, and he isn’t drunk. Not anymore.

“You whore.” He bellows, “What did you do?”

Run. That is the first thing that comes to my mind.

I crawl backward, pulling the sheets of the bed with me but before I can make a run for it, Cedric rushes forward and grabs me—naked and all—slams me into the nearest wall of his chambers. He knocks down the table that holds the wine and the cup in the process and his eyes follow the movement of the bottle rolling away with its contents spilling on the ground.

He slowly turns his head back to me, rage turning his blue eyes dark.

“How dare you?” He growls, his wolf's red eyes coming to the surface. With one hand, Cedric has me up high against the wall so that my feet no longer touch the ground.

His fingers clamp tightly around my throat and immediately restricts my air flow. I fight for air, kicking my legs while my eyes swell with tears.

“Ce—Cedric.” I choke out his name in a plea. I reach for his hand that is choking me and scratch them. I struggle in his hold and his eyes have every intention of snuffing the life out of me.

“You sickening w***e. How dare you trick me?”

“Please—sto—stop.”

He only chokes me harder.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. I see stars and I know my death is imminent. Tears fall down my eyes. Fate is just so cruel to me, letting me die in the hands of the man I love.

Just when I thought it was over for me, Cedric lets go of me and I fall hard to the ground with a loud thud. I grab my throat, coughing so hard my eyes burn. It feels as if I can still feel him holding me there, the imprints of his fingers still choking me.

I lay on the floor, naked and in pain.

His back is turned to me.

“Just how desperate are you for my attention?” He says, his voice hard.

Coughing, with tears in my eyes, I look up at him.

“Desperate enough to risk my life to do this, why can’t you see me, Cedric? Why won’t you love me? Ellena is gone.” I cry.

He spins back to look at me, enraged.

“Do not say her name with your filthy mouth!”

I whimper as he yells.

“Love you?” He scoffs, “How dare you ask that from me? You mean nothing to me.You are just like every other maid in this palace.”

His words cut deep into my heart and I no one more attack will shatter it completely.

“You are not even worth my time.”

He turns to leave but I desperately crawl to him. I fall on my knees and grab his leg to stop him. He stops, rigid against my hands.

“Then treat me like them. Punish me even, I’ll take it!”

Anything to just be looked upon by him.

He lowers himself to meet my eyes and he smirks, his blue eyes gleaming with so much hatred for me it causes me to shrink.

“Putting my hands on you is too much of a privilege. You already tricked me into doing it once but hell will freeze before I will ever lay my hands on you again.”

With that, he snatches his leg away from me and attempts to leave. He stops when he reaches the door.

“Do yourself a favor and stay away from my sight because then, I will have no choice but to change my mind and make you suffer for daring to touch me.”

He says and slams the door as he walks out.

A cry wracks its way out of my lips. The disgust in Cedric's eyes when he looked at me earlier makes me cry even harder. That is not the eyes of a man who will ever love me.

I do not know the context in which Cedric asks me to stay out of his sight but as I lay there, sore, in pain and broken, I realize that I can’t let myself break any further because if it happens once more, I will be broken beyond repair.

Just like he asked, I will stay out of his sight.

Only this time, it will be forever.